"I think so," I said before Melanie could reply. Her eyes got wide when I ordered for both of us. "We'd like to start with the fried calamari appetize... ... She will have the seared sea scallops over polenta. I'll try the langoustine in cream sauce with angel hair pasta." Excellent choices," the server said. "Would you like to order off the wine menu as well?" Yes," I flipped to the white wine section. "I think we'd like to have a bottle of the pinot grigio." Very good," he took our menus and. No mortal hand had made anything so beautiful, so lifelike, so full of… joy. Cloudberry ran her fingers up her thighs, saw how strange it looked to see the floor through her legs through her hand. Her supple breasts were full like tear drops, each of them a soft but solid handful. She ran her hands over them and saw how beautiful her nipples looked in blue – one of the few places of her body that retained any colour at all, as well as her lips… both pairs of lips.Her labia were small and had. The supposed safety outside the cubicle was obviously a mistake, and he seemed close to cumming and continued feverishly wanked away pointing mercilessly at me (suprisingly with no worry as to if anyone would walk in and notice, albeit 30metres away). I worried he may come and spurt all on me or something so I jumped back in my cubicle. I quickly realised he was going to get what I had so cheekily teased with after all. So having taken in my voyeur's response I submiited myself to finishing. Beckett’s voice.“With a boy that arrived not long ago, he said his name was Eric” answered the boy.“Ohhh really, where did you say he was?” asked the man.Now I was definitely sure about it, it was Mr.Beckett. I tried to run back, but he came out of the room I was eavesdropping on.“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Eric, the ungrateful brat who backstabbed me” said Mr.Beckett in an angered tone as he approached me.I was completely paralyzed in fear. I wanted to move, but my body wasn’t responding..